“We shared an intense, quiet sadness. A difficult past that was understood without words. I never asked him about his childhood because I didn’t want him asking about mine. Terrible plus terrible equals horrific. And our marriage couldn’t handle horrific. It could barely tolerate tempered silence.”

“We shared an intense, quiet sadness. A difficult past that was understood without words. I never asked him about his childhood because I didn’t want him asking about mine. Terrible plus terrible equals horrific. And our marriage couldn’t handle horrific. It could barely tolerate tempered silence.”

— Ellen J. Green